#cr c3e27

[lessattitudemorealtitude]

Taliesin fucking dying as Fearne tries to give her monkey a gun

[pocketgalaxies]

So her ghostly spirit almost intertwines with mine. (requested by @caeslxys)

[vethbrenatto]

I just feel connected to everybody. Some connections are made with wires. And some are made with blood. And some are made with bone. And some are made with wood. But they all matter. And they, even in this dark, dark cave, they make every day a smiley day.

[marvelousbelladonna]

“Let things naturally occur”

They really are each other’s better halves

[crabridgedart]

C3E27 Abridged - Art by 3rdclover, @shmaba and @agarthanguide

[ladykeyleth]

Just know that I love you, and I'm here.

[c-is-for-circinate]

God I have so much to say about the mechanics of the Delilah fight, and how they relate to the emotions and the themes of what was going on, and how the new ruleset of, nobody here can die but once you're out you can't come back either changed everything. And I can't get my thoughts straight, so: bullet points!

I think it mattered a lot when FCG went. I think it mattered because it was proof that they weren't all going to be here until the end of the battle, because it changed the way they were looking at the math -- and I think it mattered because FCG is the main party healer, and not having him there completely upended the math. Recovery was not going to be a thing! Not with the kind of hits Delilah was throwing around, and the tiny amounts of healing they had left. Damage race was all they had.

(Honestly, the best thing I can liken it to is a roguelike video game, where you know you're probably going to die, and you know all you'll lose are the things you didn't have to begin with. The goal of survival, then, isn't to safeguard your own welfare -- it's because if you die, you can't win. And oh did they need to win.)

And this is SO DIFFERENT from the Otohan fight! It's the exact opposite! Everything there was about the potential for death and the fear of it. Everything in that fight was about the defensive play, the cruel horrible math of, if I save myself what will protect my friends? If I don't save myself, how will I help them? Can I even help them at all anyway? The only way for them all to survive the Otahan fight was for all of them to survive the fight, and they didn't, because they couldn't!!!

And so oh, how much this feels like redemption for that. How this triumph feels like a triumph not just against Delilah, but against their every failure last time.

(FCG, their healer who survived the end to the last time -- who was short on spells because he tried to kill them that morning, who healed too little and too late because he was so afraid of himself -- who made the choice at the end, who to save and how, and hated it! -- FCG who's short on spells now because he prepared only for a resurrection, not to kill. FCG who fights and heals with all they've got, who clears the minions in a single blow the way none of them could stop Otohan's shadows. Who gets to leave early, absolved from decisions, from responsibility, given a break.)

(Orym, who felt so very very useless last time -- who tried to get up and tried to get up and failed and failed and fell again -- who died, who died and saw the person he loved most in the world for one gentle second, while Laudna ended up here -- who died, and got the chance to come back that could have been hers. Orym who spends this fight trying to get up, not to his feet but to the crown of a tree, who fails and fails and makes it this time. Orym who strikes a killing blow, the first killing blow, who rends the tree's crown asunder. Orym who dies again, still safe but without taking anybody's time, attention, magic, any of it away from the fight at hand for his sake.)

(Fearne who didn't know what to do, Fearne who had to flip a coin! Fearne who panicked and ran and muddled and didn't know, didn't know, she's not from this world! People don't suffer and die like this where she's from, in the world where archfey are immortal and time is soup! Fearne who didn't know didn't know didn't know, being the one to figure it out. The one to leash Delilah to the ground. The first one to target the tree. The one with the power to make it burn.)

(Ashton the tank, whose job it is to take hits -- Ashton the battlefield control barbarian who couldn't control a goddamn thing -- Ashton who ran, last time. Ashton who made it out only to discover that nobody else made it with them, Ashton who left them behind -- got to stay. Got thrown to the edge of the battlefield, off the map, and made it back. Ashton handing Imogen his only potion, I'll stay as long as I can, getting to protect this time.)

(Chetney who was maybe the only one actually with it, last time, tooth and claw and blood hunter curses to the very end. Chetney doing the same now again. Chetney who I still can't quite figure out, who didn't have anything to redeem but the loss.)

And Imogen. Of course, of course, Imogen.

Imogen's fury. Imogen's wrath.

Imogen calling down the moon. Imogen grabbing her power with both hands and bending it to her will. Imogen using every last ounce of magic that Otohan forced her into, when she was terrified and confused and cringing and trying to surrender rather than fight -- using it to rend Delilah asunder. To shatter a tree with lightning. Imogen blazing and brilliant and unafraid.

And all of them, together. Working together. Spreading out, each to their own jobs. To get to Laudna; to take down minions; to harry, to draw fire, to bind Delilah, to get to the tree, to throw damage. Nobody in anybody else's way, nobody scattered at cross-purposed confusion, everybody perfectly united in this one goal. The Bell's Hells, raining down hellfire, together.

At the end of it all, I'm still struck down by the fact that the one person they were at risk of losing with this fight was the one person they'd already lost. The only life in danger here was Laudna's. There was no risk to any of them, if they failed. But they fought. They fought with everything they had. They spent everything they had to spend, the potions they might not get back upon waking, every ounce of energy, the very last spell slot that wouldn't be able to take them home. They had nothing to lose that wasn't already lost, and it meant they could throw everything into the fight. And it was beautiful.

[deprecious]

Ashton: I don't montage

[lessattitudemorealtitude]

Marisha please stop doing that it can’t be good for your hair, I get the role play but it’s srsly stressing me out

[shadowgasp]

Laura and Liam giggling and whispering before Travis gets their attention by calling them “the twins”

:,)

[pocketgalaxies]

Laudna, you might not have been perfect, but you loved. And you loved Imogen. (requested by anonymous)

[belegc]

The different reactions to Dusk asking Laudna out really got me

Travis: "Oh shit what's going on"

Sam: "Oh please"

Ashley: "Excuse me??"

Laura thinks this is fucking hilarious

Liam and Taliesin are just observing the madness

[marvelousbelladonna]

Other people flirting with/hitting on Laudna vs. Imogen asking to kiss her

[mostlyrubbish]

Dusk rlly out here asking Imahara Joe about how to destroy the blue arcane batteries bc that's exactly what the Calloways are working with

Everything she does has an ulterior motive. Training with Orym? Learning his moves. Saving Fearne? Gaining her trust. Asking Imogen about her abilities for the race? Determining how much of a threat she is.

This lady is plotting and I love it

[demigoddessqueens]

Looking forward to the party seeing Dusk’s reveal, along with finding Dancer and FCG’s Calamity origins in Avalir

[i-is-v-tired]